We're not all bad, just misunderstood. At least I'm not, I don't know about the others. I can't believe this happened to me. All it took was one day of absolute and total hopelessness to begin my transformation. I swore that I would never give up hope, would never let go of the good things in life, despite the fact they are now few and far between. But it's too late now, and to make matters worse, I'm hideous. You try finding a light at the end of the tunnel when you're nothing but a stack of bones, it isn't easy!

I envied the corpses. They still looked remotely human. I remember my time as a corpse well. It's the only memories I have anymore, the only thing that's keeping me from total darkness. I remembered this one corpse in particular, he wore a red hoodie and blue jeans. He wasn't like the others and I admired him for it. There was something different about him, but I could never quite put my finger on it. But now, as I stood among the many corpses and boneys, it came to me.

That very corpse was standing there, holding the hand of a human girl. It was the most bizarre thing I had ever seen, and yet was also the most beautiful. Don't get me wrong, I still felt the urge to eat her, but it was very touching. He could feel, could care. He would rather save than kill and was willing to jeopardize his afterlife to keep somebody else safe.

I thought for a moment, looking again at the bizarre sight in front of me. The human girl was looking at the corpse with an emotion that I couldn't quite identify, an emotion that roused something within me that I hadn't felt in a very long time- hope. I felt a strange stirring within my chest. Wait a minute…I felt!

Maybe there's hope for us after all.